I'm standing with my friends in a subway station, looking down into a blasted-out hole in the cement. They're down there, the living dead. Screaming, running, clawing their way up to us. We have a good amount of time to line up our shots, but still, every now and again, someone takes a step back to reload, and there is a tense moment as the fire lessens by one fourth. Suddenly the woman to my left screams. As I turn to look at her, I notice her being lifted up, a ton wrapped around her body. I raise my shotgun and take out the "Smoker" above her, a very malicious baddie, and her body falls.